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Chapter Fourteen :

Flights and Fights

It had been decided and finalised. The wedding was to be held in a quaint yet fairly large mansion in India. It was a perfect destination, scenic views and large gardens. An ancient history, and traditional furnishing.

The entire family was being shipped to India and their flight was at 6am. They reached Heathrow at 2am and realised that, regardless of time, the paparazzi would be there. As always.

There stood a large crowd of people, dressed in dark colours, attempting to be inconspicuous but failing terribly. There was a yelp which came from the direction of a fan and suddenly a surge of questions.

'Who's this?'

'Where are you going? '

'What's your relationship with Miss Khan?'

'Is it true that she's pregnant with your baby?'

Zayn held Jazmine close, revelling in her warmth against his icy skin. The paps went wild. Everyone was looking dishevelled, Zayn was wearing sweatpants and Jazmine ; a pyjama top. Boarding their flight, the Maliks and the Khans along with some close family friends, were ushered into their jet by the airport staff. The paps were swarming in and suddenly
Jaz was caught in the middle of it. People were coming in from all directions, closing in on her. She almost screamed, bit stopped herself in time, remembering that her... fiancé's reputation was at stake. She couldn't breath. She couldn't speak.

'Jazmine. Jazmine Khan. Is it true that your parents are dead?'

'Do you know what happened to them?'

'Was it your fault?'

'Are you Mrs Malik now?'

'Are you going to be?'

'Where are you going? '

'Are you pregnant? '

'Is it true that you're having an affair with Niall behind Zayn's back?'

'How. Dare. You.'  The calm and collected voice of Zayn rang through the air. He dropped his bags, and the assistants picked them up ; transporting them to the plane.

Zayn made his way towards her and scooped her gently into his arms, as if she was made of fragile china. Dangling her bags in one arm, he used his other arm to support her as he led her to the plane. Her face was tear stained. Zayn felt terrible. This was all his fault. His own stupid fault.

As the entire group sat, in silence,  Zayn looked at Jaz. Her eyes were watery and pale streaks fell down her face. She wasn't wearing any makeup, as far as Zayn could see ; nevertheless she looked beautiful to him. Maybe he had a chance. Maybe he could steal her heart.

Everyone broke out conversations and Zayn took the advantage of the noise to remove the arm rest between them and pull Jaz towards him. She put her head on his shoulder and together they fell asleep. Trisha Malik cast a watchful eye over them, silently smiling to herself. She was perfect for her son. Trisha was good at playing matchmaker and she knew it.

As the two slept, Zayn kept his arm tightly wrapped around her, possibly scared that someone would take her away.

                          ..........

The flight landed safely and the next they knew was stepping out of the plane...

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